....... where the chimney-tops on the crest of the hill lose themselves in the sky and the trees peep in every window. 

We will tell you where to find us, but only if you agree to enter on tiptoe: because the villagers love the countryside as it is, where the silence is rarely broken by more than the song of birds, or ringing of the church bells, or footsteps sounding on the stone pavements. This is a land of woods and pastures, where once mule trains transported wood from nearby forests, and wool and other primary products. 

Today the village is almost surrounded by a nature reserve, an unspoilt land filled with wild boar, deer, and hosts of small animals.